Chapter 120: B2: C20: Elf Prince
Zarian was just about to finish unsealing his One Percent Power, chanting and hand-signing faster than ever before, when Ruven did the unexpected. The elf smashed the shining great sword on the nearest cubic stone floor, which the Void Waltz spell had moved with them into a snowy field.
Everything stopped moving.
The flurry of snow in the winter breeze. The blocky clouds covering the stars and moons of the night. Even the distant sounds of conversation and late-night haggling from the village.
Everything stopped.
Everything was frozen.
To Zarian, it felt like the freeze lasted forever while also happening within a blink of an eye. Then there was some movement again when broken fragments of the shining great sword swirled around Zarian and Para, becoming an arcane cage of sorts, before everything else resumed its flow of time.
Zarian and Para remained trapped and unable to move.
“From Grimrock to the Hidden Hell, damn your powers of the void!” Ruven snarled. “I still carry dread from when my great grandmother put me through that experience of evil magic. Just so I can be prepared for it. Of course, you’d make her right as always.”
Zarian could hear Ruven just fine. He could still see the elf until Ruven walked out of his direct view.